The Boondocks~Medieval Times

3) Deja Vu

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Five years later...

"A princess has the perfect posture, standing and sitting."

"A princess' speech should not be too loud, but loud enough and specific."

"A princess is cautious at all times."

"Patient!"

"Princesses do not doodle, Jazmine."

"As a princess, you dress to impress."

Jazmine can't breathe. The corset was tight around her stomach, it wasn't even needed, she had the finest body anyway, something many didn't expect from a teenager. The servant ties the strings and advises Jazmine to put the dress on next. Jazmine frowns at the dress hung. Looks even tighter.

"Hurry now, Princess. Your father wishes to speak to you before the ball begins," the servant tells her before walking out. Jazmine sighs, pulling some hair behind her hair. Her hair was a bunch of natural curls, Cairo told her it looked better when straightened, but that was hard to maintain.

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"Announcing Princess Jazmine!"

Jazmine walks down the stairs gracefully with her head high, as taught. Hugging her body is a green dress made of the land's finest silk, the hem flows around her ankles with every step. There's a soft applause as she reaches the bottom of the tall staircase.

People go back to their business. She recognised most of them, people with high statuses, dukes, tribe leaders, some were royalty from other lands as well. She nods politely to those who acknowledge her as she walks to the king.

"Father, you wish to speak?"

"Um..." he glances at a few group of people walking in his direction. "Maybe later, sweetheart. After the ball."

Jazmine nods. She understood. The king was always busy, sometimes to busy for her. "Jazmine!"

Jazmine whirls around. She smiles. "Hiro! Ming!" The two beam at her.

Ming was a princess in a faraway land called Anihc, it was overseas. Jazmine rarely saw her, and when she did she made the best of it. Ming's hair was a skiny dark stream of black that swayed down to her waist, and her eyes were a dark brown. On top of her head was a tiara similar to Jazmine's, but silver instead. She wore a beautiful, poofy ballroom gown.

Hiro walks by her side, protectively grasping the handle of his sword attached to his holster. He was her bodyguard and closest servant, even though Ming treated him as a friend.

"What a wonderful surprise!" Jazmine and Ming hug each other, suffocating each other. When they part, Jazmine hugs Hiro next. "I recall you saying that you could only return next spring?"

Ming grins. "We figured we could come see you sooner. My grandfather has gotten ill, so I was told to take his place for now. Five years has been too long after all."

"Oh! I'm so--"

"Princess Long-Dou?" A man approaches them, he nods at Jazmine and Hiro politely. "I hear you are here to stand for King Long-Dou? Would you mind sending a message to your father for me?"

Ming sighs, as she looks at Jazmine. "May we talk later? My apologies."

Jazmine presses her lips in a tight smile and nods. Ming smiles sadly at ger before walking away, Hiro following her like a guard dog. "Ah, the beautiful Princess Jazmine. The rumours are true." A young boy approaches Jazmine. His hair was twisted in a funny matter and his skin was like hers, only darker. The crown of the top of his head caught Jazmine's attention. "I am Prince Dewert of Ogacih. A pleasure." He bows.